//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: He Calls you Princess! // Story: Soaring For the Rainbow // by Soarin19 //------------------------------// Monday, June 1, 2020 Soarin’s POV “I’m open!” I yelled to my Quarterback, best friend, and bunkmate, Rapidfire, as I ran about 30 yards down the field during our first practice session. The ball was overthrown, so I put my foot in the ground and jumped as high as I could. “What a catch, dude!” Windwalker said. He was guarding me one on one during practice. Our team was severely undermanned because everyone wanted to play for Manehatten, or Phillydelphia, our rivals. So each of us played both sides, making practice hard because we didn’t have everyone in at the same time. We did have a complete Offensive Line separate from our Defensive Line. That’s something, right? “Thanks,” I said as Thunderlane helped me up. We typically split into 2 teams 3 vs. 4 running routes 1 on 1. Rapid at quarterback with 3 options. “How high can you jump?” FireStreak asked me. “I can get four and a half feet off the ground.” “Seriously?!” asked Thunderlane. “They don’t call me ‘Soar’in for nothing!” I said, bragging just a little bit. After practice, we went to get some Lunch. I was Starving! Summer was going to be long and exhausting. We have Football on Monday, Soccer, and Basketball on Tuesday, Frisbee and baseball on Wednesday, Hockey and Swimming on Thursday, and Golf on Friday. The girls have cheerleading when we play Tackle football, they have Flag Football after our morning training session. On top of all that we have to go to the gym for at least 4 hours over the weekend. Lots of Sports and not a lot of time. Not to mention keeping up with my Band. I heard RainbowDash is in a band. She must know what it’s like to balance sports and music then too. Fortunately, we only play 2 sports during the school year. We’re all pretty much set on Football and Soccer. “Hey guys, how’s it going,? Lightning Dust said walking up to me. “Uh... Good.” I said suspiciously. Lightning Dust is never friendly to anyone but me. “Awesome! Hey Soar, I need to talk to you.” “Uh Okay,” I said as Thunderlane nudged me to go. As I walked away I glanced at him. He gave me the look of, ‘It’s now or never!’ RainbowDash’s POV “Man I hate cheerleading! Why do I have to do it again?” I asked Fleetfoot. “Because Coach said so.” “Ya, but he’s not here so.” “Well, Captain Spitfire said so too.” “But, Rapidfire is a Captain too.” “No, he’s the boy’s leader. Coach put them in charge, for the summer.” “Ugh, Whatever! Where is she anyway?” I asked. “Right... Here” she said looking wide-eyed at something. “What are you looking at?” I asked. Then I saw it, some yellow-haired girl kissing Soarin. Before my friends could say anything else, I ran back to the locker room. “Wait.” I heard, yet ignored High Winds call. Soarin’s POV “What do you want, Dust?” I said a little annoyed. “Well I just wanted to do something,” she said grinning. “Before you do, I need to answer your question,” I was cut off by her kissing me, right in front of, oh no, my Princess. Wait, why should she care who I kiss? “I think I already know your answer,” she said. “You clearly don’t” I replied immediately. “W-What?” “I was going to decline, okay?!” “This is about RainbowDash, isn’t it?” “No. It’s because I don’t like you that way.” “But, I love you!” “Sorry Dust. Feelings not mutual.” “Are you kidding me?” “Afraid Not, Sorry” “Ugh! This is all RainbowDash fault!” “I think you should leave.” “Fine!” She said and ran away. Suprise’s POV I walked back to the locker room, with a sandwich for RainbowDash so she could have lunch. I pushed open the door to see a sad-looking rainbow-haired girl. “Hey, Dash. I brought you a Sandwich.” “Don’t want it.” “Okay,” I said placing it next to her, " If you change your mind it’s right there,” I said pointing to it. “Hey Dash, can I tell you a secret.” “I guess.” “Soarin didn’t kiss that girl, that girl kissed him.” “Ya Right.” She said punching the air. “No, it’s true,” “How would you know.” “Dash you should know by now that I have my ways.” “You’re not just saying that to cheer me up, are you?” “No way.” “Whatever.” “He’s been trying to let her down easy for weeks.” “Really!?” “Really. Plus he calls you Princess!” “It probably doesn’t mean anything. How’d you know about that,” she looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “Right, you have your ways.” “It might not, but you don’t know until you try.” “Thanks, Suprise.” “You Betcha.” “I guess I’ll eat that sandwich.” “Good! Once you’re done, let’s go back, the others already left.” Wednesday, June 3, 2020 RainbowDash’s POV Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep “Okay, I’m up,” I said half asleep and turned my alarm off. After snoozing 3 times I got up and realized what day it is. “Aw Ya! I love Wednesday! Frisbee and Baseball! Can’t Wait!” “Hey Crash!” Spitfire greeted me. “I told not to call me that!” I shot back “Ok, ok, I’ll stop,” she said putting her hands in the air. “What do you want anyway?” "Just wanted to know if you need help." "With?" "Soarin." "W-what?" "Suprise told me. Same feelings as Preschool." “Whatever. How were you planning on helping with that?” “I’m going to get you 2 together.” “Oh no, you don’t need to do that.” “As your captain, I demand to at least give you a suggestion.” “F-fine," "Have you tried flirting?" "I don't know how to flirt! I tried in Preschool." "That was then this is now! I'm sure you can. You just need to gain some more confidence. Let me show you." Soarin’s POV Frisbee was a blast, but Dash didn’t seem to into it, even dropped a few passes, so unlike her. Wierd? I decided that I would go check on her. After all, what friends are for. “Hey, Princess,” I greeted her. “H-Hi,” RainbowDash POV I can’t believe I, Rainbow Daring Dash, dropped 4 passes in practice. Soarin’s starting to really distract me. Got to get him off of my mind. “Hey, Princess.” He said as he walked up to me Great! Say his name, I mean think his name, and he shall appear. “H-Hi,” I said nervously. ‘Okay remember what Spitfire said to do.’ “Hey, you goof, what brings you here?” “Uh, just wanted to make sure you're okay.” ‘Dang it, Spitfire’s Right, boys are dumb. He didn't even notice!’ “O-Oh, ya that, I’m fine, just tired. Didn’t sleep well.” ‘Then again, I am too!’ “Anything I can do to help?” “N-no thanks, I think I can manage.” "Are you sure?" "Y-Yes!" I practically screamed. "Ok Dash. If you change your mind, I'm here to help. I'm your friend." He started to leave. "Wait!" "What?" "I just wanted to ask a question." "Sure, anything for you Princess." "Why do you call me 'Princess'?" "Oh, that!" He began, "A few reasons actually. I saw your picture of you on your nightstand in that nice dress and thought you looked like a Princess. Plus, my mom use to call me a Prince and you kind of remind me of her." I didn't know what to say. Did the boy I like, like me or is he just trying to be friendly? "We are friends from PreK too. Also, it's part of my charm," he said with a goofy grin. "Oh, I see." "Why do you ask? Do you not like it?" "No, I love it!" "Cool," he said with a smile. 'It's just him being nice.' "If you want, you can give me a nickname," he said smiling, "In preschool, you used to call me 'Tiger'! My favorite animal." "I did!?" "Yep!" "Tiger it is then." "Oh ya just so you know, I'm making burgers for dinner." "Cool" “Alright, see you later then.” "Ya. Bye Soarin." Just a friend. Why am I so bad at this? Monday, June 8, 2020 Soarin’s POV “Finally, Football time,” I yelled and ran out the door toward the field. “Wait up,” Firestreak said behind me. 20 mins later, we were running a standard play and I had a pass over the middle. It was a little high, Someone, ran into my legs, I flipped over. I fell to the ground, landed awkwardly, mad at myself for not catching it. Then a sharp pain stung in my left foot. “Aaaaauuuggghhhh,” I groaned in pain. “Oh my gosh, Soarin!” LightningStreak said. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t me too.” Thunderlane said. “Not your fault, it’s mine.” Rapidfire said, “I threw a Bad Pass, “You need to go to the hospital. Now!” “H-hospital.” I bolted up and immediately fell back down. I HATE hospitals! “Sorry Soarin, but you need to go to the hospital. You may have broken your leg or torn an ACL or Muscle. Or Worse!” “No way!” “Please.” “No!” “I know you hate hospitals but-” “I’m Fine!” I lied. “Come on, bro.” Rapid pleaded again, “If you get more hurt, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” “O-ok,” I said, “Someone has to go with me. I can’t walk.” “Well we’re not allowed to leave but I think I know who can,” he said with a nice smile. RainbowDash’s POV “Ugh,” I groaned as we finished cheerleading practice. “What’s the matter Rainbow? Afraid Soarin won’t like the skirt?” Fleetfoot mocked me. “W-What? Shut up!” I angrily shot back. “Whatever you say!” “Let’s go watch the guys practice after we go shower,” Spitfire suggested. “Ok,” we all said. The boys had practice from 8 to 12, we had cheerleading practice from 8 to 10 and Girl’s flag from 4:30 to 6:30. ***30 mins later*** We had just finished our showers and were walking toward the football field. Fortunately, we didn’t have to deal with a coach, because of something along the lines of ‘listen to the team captain’. In our case, that’s Spit and Rapid. When we got there, I saw the most horrifying thing ever. Soarin was being helped to the car, favoring his left leg. “Omigosh! What happened?!” I said, freaking out. “Hospital Pass,” Rapidfire said, looking at the ground. “For the last time, Rapid, I forgive you. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I’ll be fine,” Soarin said. “I know bro. I just hate to see you hurt!” Rapidfire pulled me, and the girls aside, “Can you guys take him to the hospital?” He said handing Spit the keys to the car, “I got to get back to practice.” “Sure!” Suprise said, “Oh you poor baby, did you get a boo-boo?” “Ugh, cut it out, Suprise. I’m fine! It’s probably nothing bad,” He said not sounding too confident in his response. “Okay, RD, Fleet, Surprise, and I will take you to the hospital, High, Blaze, and Misty, you guys can go home, or watch the guys practice. DISMISSED!” Spitfire ordered as if we were in the army. “Uh, Spit, you know, practice is over right,” High Winds said with a raised eyebrow, “No need to yell.” “You know Spit, she loves yelling,” Soarin said “Right, Right. See you later, and feel better Soar.” “I plan to,” he said confidently. Fleetfoot’s POV “So Soarin. What actually happened?” I asked out of curiosity. “Oh, I just went up for a pass that was too high, and flipped over Thunder and landed on my leg awkwardly.” “Ouch!” Suprise said, “Guess it was more than a ‘Boo-boo’ then?” quoting her earlier question only used to taunt Poor Soarin. “I guess you could say that,” He said. “Alright, we’re here,” Spitfire, who was driving said. We helped Soarin into the emergency room and waited in the waiting room in silence. ***10 mins later*** He came out of the room with a brace on his leg and a sad look on his face. “Soar, what’d they say?” Spitfire asked. “I-I broke my foot,” He said looking down. “OMG, your ‘Boo-boo’ is more like a, a, a... I got nothing.” Suprise said. “Ya.” “So how long can’t you play?” I asked. “I can’t practice until school starts, at the earliest. Plus I have to wear this for a while!” “If there’s anything we can do, let us know, okay?” Spitfire said. “Thanks, Spit.” “Hey, Dash, Soarin’s out,” I called out to Rainbow. “H-hey T-T-T-Tiger, I-I’m g-glad y-your o-okay,” she said shyly, stumbling over every word, especially over his nickname. I mentally slapped my face. “Thanks, Princess,” He said with a dorky smile. What an idiot. ‘Princess!’ and ‘Tiger’. Are you kidding me!? Another slap to the face. No one calls someone ‘Princess’ when their just friends! If these idiots keep this up, I’ll have a mental Concussion! Wait, that doesn’t make any sense! “Let’s go back to practice.” “Okay let’s go...” Soarin began before forgetting about his boot and crutches and falling right onto his face, “OW.” “Omigosh, Soarin!” Suprise yelled, “Let me help you!” “No, I got this.” Soarin said, “Just got to learn how to walk on 1 leg and crutches. Easy Peasy Right?” He fell about 3 times rejecting our help. What an idiot.